Chapter 1
Harry Potter was not having a good day. He wasn't able to sleep at all the night before due to nightmares (don't forget Rons snoring) and every time he tried to sleep he just woke up in a cold sweat. His back stung and was extremely painful due to the beating Uncle Vernon gave him right before school started, it made sleeping impossible.
Breakfast was hard, to say the least. Harry was so used to the Dursley's withholding food from him, that the very idea of eating anything made him nauseous. Hermione decided to lecture him about how important eating breakfast is, all that crap about how it's the most important meal of the day. For some reason, Ron had decided that they weren't speaking. Harry did have a slight idea as to why they weren't though, as he overheard Ron talking with Seamus in the hallway about how apparently Harry was doing everything just for "attention" and "fame". God, they acted as if Harry wouldn't give up everything just for a loving family and a few sincere friends.
Harry's first class was Transfiguration. As much as Harry was grateful for Professor McGonagall, she wasn't doing anything to help his pounding headache. It felt like his brain was going to explode and splatter all over the wall. He let out a quiet giggle at the thought of McGonagall covered in brains, before silencing himself. "Wow," Harry thought, maybe the Daily Prophet was right, I really have gone mental. Suddenly, Hermione grabbed Harry's arm, startling him into looking up at her.
"Come on Harry," Hermione said, "We're going to be late to potions if you keep dozing off like that. Speaking of which, you should really listen to what Professor McGonagall has to say, it would be extremely helpful in furthering your studies." Harry let his brain process what Hermione said for a second, before jumping up out of his seat. Hermione was right! Next he had potions with Professor Snape, who would burn his arse if he was late. Distractedly, Harry muttered a quick thanks towards Hermione before hurrying out of the room. Harry sullenly thought about how potions would go. Professor Snape would glare at him as soon as he got there, before muttering something under his breath about how Harry was exactly like James Potter, then bloody Draco Malfoy would say something about Sirius and how Harry was stupid. Harry almost laughed, he could see it all play out.
Without wasting any more time, Harry rushed to potions. As soon as Harry got there, that exact scenario in his head played out in real life. The only difference was Professor Snape gave Harry and, surprisingly, Draco detention. According to Snape, it was because Draco threw something into Harry's cauldron, and Harry apparently 'talked back' to a teacher. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. He really didn't understand Professor Snape's logic sometimes.
Safe to say, this was going to be an interesting detention.